How can we live below the sun,
see it's beauty and not feel peace?
How can we look upon the world,
and not mourn every live deceased?
When you have eyes to see,
all the beauty in it's might,
how can you ever think about
despair and giving up the fight?
How can we live below the sun,
in this earthly paradise,
and try to use it, to abuse it,
burn, destroy and vandalize?
How can we live below the sun,
and think that we're the ones it's for?
How can we live below the sun,
and try to be it's only foe?
Did you ever stop to think,
what we've got here below the sun?
Did you ever stop to think,
how nothing's there above the sun?
How can we live below the sun,
and not fight on for live and peace?
How can we look upon the world,
and not mourn every live deceased?
